Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 14:56:32 -0500
From: Charles Hughes
Subject: REDISCOVERING COCK (Adult Friends m/m oral)
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REDISCOVERING COCK
Well, I sure never expected it, but I guess it was inevitable. The way
things were going. I'd already tasted dick, but I hadn't thought it was
going to become a regular thing.
I'd sucked a dick once in high school. A buddy and me got a little hornier
than we expected, and we started jacking off together. We liked it so much
we moved on to jacking each other. And one time he sucked me. So I
returned the favor. We pulled off to shoot on the floor. Neither one of
us knew what we were doing, but that didn't keep us from having a good cum.
I guess a lot of teenage guys do the same thing, especially these days when
sex is all over the place in high school. The thing is, me and my buddy
felt so guilty about it we continued jacking off together, but we never
touched each other again.
You just didn't get much pussy in high school, not in my day. I guess
that's changed, too. I fucked pussy for the first time my senior year.
Took a girl out and got her to sit on my lap in the back seat, my cock in
her pussy and my face in her tits. But that was the only time back then.
After high school, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I wound up
joining the army. I kind of liked it, especially the comaraderie of other
guys around my age. I got sent to a big base near a large city eventually,
and me and my army buddies found lots of pussy. That all changed when I
was stationed at a little base out in the boonies, way up north. It was
cold and lonely. There were only a couple dozen stationed there, and there
was just this one little town nearby. The locals saw to it that all the
girls stayed away from us, I guess.
I got to be buddies with a nice Mexican-American guy. That's the term
these days, but back then we all said "Latino" -- even Ramon. He was a
year older than me, and we just hit it off. Maybe because we were the
youngest guys there, too. Ramon was what the girls call a looker. He was
a little shorter than me but pretty compact. He was blessed with the kind
of muscular body I wished I had. Dark black hair, smooth darker skin, dark
eyes. We all showered together, of course, and I could see why the girls
would go for him. Especially his big, thick cock. That would really fill
a pussy!
There was this little bar we went to about half way between the base and
town. Me and Ramon went there with the other guys, sometimes getting a
ride and sometimes walking if it wasn't too cold. Everybody complained
about no pussy, of course. Especially after a few beers. One night me and
Ramon left the place a little early for some reason; we walked back to the
base since it was a warmer night. Talked all the way back and got on the
subject of the girls we'd fucked. He'd had a lot more experience at it
than me, even though I'd gotten plenty where I was stationed first.
But with the drinking and walking and talking about pussy, we got ourselves
pretty horny. Before we got to the base Ramon said he needed to piss. I
did, too, so we got off the road and pulled our dicks out and pissed. Then
he started stroking that nice fat piece of meat he had. So I did, too. I
was doing okay in the dick department myself, around seven inches. But
when he got hard, his damn cock had to be more like ten inches! Didn't
look that much different than anybody else's when it was soft, just
thicker. So I couldn't help but look. I'd never seen a ten inch cock
before, especially one that was so big around when it was hard. I wondered
if a girl could really take it. I couldn't help but stare at it.
So we stroked for a bit, and Ramon said why don't we go over by that old
barn and jack off. Well, I was all for that. We left our dicks out and
walked over there. Had to grin at those two hard dicks swaying back and
forth as we walked. There were some old barrels there, and we pulled our
pants down, sat down, and started jerking our dicks. Slowly, because we
both wanted to really enjoy it, I guess. I couldn't take my eyes off that
monster cock he had. I swear I could even see some drops of precum in the
moonlight.
Ramon kicked his pants all the way off after a while and walked over to me
and said let's jerk each other. Okay by me, so I kicked my pants off too,
and I put my hand around that thick, hot cock and pumped. When he reached
down for me I could feel my cock lurch against his hand. Been a while
since anybody but me had touched it. His dick was hot to the touch and
throbbed like crazy! Then, without saying anything at all, Ramon just got
down on his knees in front of me, spread my legs apart, and started
sucking.
Guess my jaw dropped -- sure hadn't expected that! But I sure didn't
object, either. He surely had sucked dick before, because the way he used
his tongue on my cockhead was fantsastic. No girl had ever sucked me so
good. He moved his head down so he could lick around my shaft, too. I
shot before I was ready, and I could feel my hot cum pour into his mouth.
And he swallowed every damn drop of it, too. One of the most satisfying
blow jobs I'd ever had, no question.
Well, I had to return the favor. Actually, I was still kind of horny and
kind of wanted to suck. We traded places, and I put my head between those
two smooth, brown thighs and licked. He had smooth precum, a little
sweeter than mine. But when I put that damn cockhead into my mouth, it
filled my whole fucking mouth! I licked around it best I could, then I
moved down on it a bit. That thick shaft stretched my lips! I was hot for
it, I guess, so I sucked him good.
Before long he was ready to cum. Now, I'd licked at my own cum, but I'd
never really had any in my mouth. Sure hadn't had a cock shoot in my
mouth. But if he could take it, so could I. I sucked hard and listened to
him groan, felt his hands on the back of my head. And then a flood of hot
cum filled my mouth. I almost gagged before I remembered to swallow. And
just in time for another shot of it. Ramon must have shot seven or eight
times. And I swallowed every drop of his jizz.
We grinned at each other as we put our pants back on. Two satisfied boys,
we were. Got back to the barracks before everybody else. Took showers
together, and I got a nice, close look at him -- and that dick I'd sucked.
You don't call guys beautiful, but if you did he'd qualify. I started to
bone up again, and so did he, but we just grinned at each other. I guess I
knew then it would be happening again. And I knew I'd be ready for it. We
didn't do anything else that night because we didn't know who just might
walk in. Just went to our bunks.
It happened again, just like I knew it would. That time we were in a jeep
way in the back of the base. It was colder, so we had the top on; it was a
little warmer that way. He pulled up behind some trees, we dropped our
pants, and we sucked. It was kind of hard to get around in that jeep, but
we did it. There were lots of other times, and they started happening
closer together. Once we were in the shower -- I don't know why we were so
certain nobody would be around -- and we jerked each other's dick at the
same time, shooting cum all over each other. We laughed, but I got many a
hardon remembering the feel of his hot cum hitting my thigh.
We managed to get completely naked other times, in storage rooms
especially. And I guess we had time to play around a little more than we
normally did. I remember we rubbed our dicks together. And we rubbed each
other's nipples. One time, before we got our nuts off, we stood real close
together with our arms around each other rubbing our whole bodies together.
Damn, we were a couple of horny boys! I was getting real familiar with his
cock and where he liked me to lick and suck. And with the taste of his
cum. We never really talked about it or even made plans for another time.
We just did it and found places to do it when we got horny enough.
Well, I got stationed at a couple of bases in Asia after that. Never did
see Ramon again. But there was lots of Asian pussy to be had, and I got my
share. I have to say, though, that I never forgot how much I liked sucking
Ramon. And what a cocksucker he was! No woman ever sucked me like he did,
before or since!
Long story short, I was discharged, went home, went to school to get my
teachers license, and got married -- Irene, the girl I'd fucked in my car
in high school. Taught school, had a couple of kids, then three grandkids,
taught high school for 35 years, retired, and had a pretty good life.
Except for one thing. After the kids got married and moved out, Irene
started gaining weight.
There's just no word that describes her more than just plain fat. I loved
her like the dickens, don't get me wrong, but everything changed. We got
one of those tubs with a door in it so she could take baths. We went to
church like we always did and sometimes out to eat, but that's all, nowhere
else. We started sleeping in separate bedrooms -- she said she couldn't
stand my snoring, but I think it was because she was so embarrassed about
getting dressed and undressed in front of me. And taking so much damn room
in the bed. And also because she lost all interest in sex.
I'd sit down on the couch next to her and reach for her pussy, but she'd
push my hand away. I'd rub my cock through my pants, and she's say that
was a dirty habit. Once I pulled it out and talked her into jacking me for
a while, but she quit, and I went to the bathroom to finish it myself. So I
got used to sleeping alone, with only my boxers on at first and then naked.
My computer is in my bedroom, and I found some good sex sites for jacking
off. I'd never seen so much pussy and cock in my life!
Now, when I was teaching I saw plenty of nice looking boys and girls. I'm
sure there was some good pussy there, and some nice cock, too. And toward
the end I got the idea that there was a lot of sex, and not just jacking
off. But the young guys on those websites had cocks that I couldn't
believe. Yes, good pussy there, too, but I found myself fascinated by the
cocks. I loved the pictures and videos, especially those with cumshots.
Yes, I jacked off plenty of times in front of my computer.
And that also made me more aware of dick. Even when I was still teaching,
I watched those boys moving around and sitting in my classes. I'm sure
some of them had great dicks, and I'm not so old I don't remember that a
teen dick is a great things. And how good it feels for a teen to cum. I
hoped that, if those boys weren't getting all the pussy they wanted, they
were helping each other out, like good buddies do. And, watching those
boys on the computer got me remembering Ramon, too.
I remember one Sunday in church watching the preacher when he was sitting
down while the choir sang. Seemed to be a lot of dick in his pants. And
once I watched the preacher's boy, probably about 15 or so. I knew he had
to have a nice one from the bulge in his pants sometimes. And one day I
watched while we were standing to sing. He was pressing himself up against
the pew in front of him, giving himself a nice hardon. I could even see
the bulge. I don't know how he had the nerve to do it. Teen hormones, I
guess. I hoped he'd give himself a cum, too, but I don't think he did.
Well, that was where I met Arnie. He and his wife went to our church. We
went out to eat with them sometimes, and we got to be friends. He liked
bowling. I didn't much care for it, but now and then I'd go with him to
the local alley. We seemed to like each other's company. Then his wife
died. She was sick for only a short time, so it was kind of unexpected.
We went to the funeral, and a week later or so I called to see how he was
doing. We went out to lunch a couple of times, just me and Arnie.
It was strange how we shared so many of the same interests and hadn't even
known it. I guess with our wives, we'd sort of let them do the visiting.
Just me and Arnie, and we could talk about what we wanted to. They'd built
a real nice place overlooking the river, with a nice outside deck. And I
had a little workshop I'd fixed up in our garage. Both nice private
places. So we could sit and talk all we wanted. One of the things we got
around to talking about was no sex. I told him about Irene and all. And
about finding those places on the internet -- all the pussy and cock. Told
him he ought to check it out himself.
Well, he did, and out in the garage one afternoon he told me he'd really
gotten into jacking off. I told him it was my new hobby. He said he'd sit
out on that deck looking out over the river, strip naked, and play with his
dick until he shot off a good one. I laughed and said he ought to invite
me. Couple of days later, he did. The wife had already gotten used to me
spending more time with him, so it wasn't unusual for me to take off. When
I got there, Arnie acted kind of embarrassed at first. But we sat in those
chairs out on the deck, and we finally pulled our dicks out. I couldn't
see his too well until he said we might as well drop our pants.
His dick was hard by then; mine, too. I still got most of my seven inches,
maybe it took a little longer to get it hard. Arnie was six inches and
thinner than mine. He had more hair than me, down there, and more of it
was gray, even though he was a little younger than me. We sat there
watching each other stroke and talking about nothing in particular. Then
we started talking about pussy. That really turned him on. And I told him
some about my sucking dick. Not a lot, but some. He didn't sound too
interested in that. But we jacked off to a good cum, shooting our jizz
onto the deck. We went back inside, had some beer, and I left.
The next week I invited him to come over to see how I'd rearranged some
things in my workshop. The main change was that I'd brought a big old
overstuffed chair from the house and put it in a corner. I'd already tried
it out, and it was perfect for sitting back naked and jacking off. I also
had a couple of new tools. I showed him those and then said why don't we
jack off. But I said I wanted to do it naked, like we'd been at his place.
I wondered if he'd balk, but he didn't. We got buck naked, and we were
both already getting stiff. I sat down in that old chair and kind of
stretched out; I told him he'd have his turn in a minute.
I guess I'm in a little better shape than he is. He stood in front of me,
naked, and I saw that he had a little more belly than me. He was smooth,
until you got to the pubes, and then that dick of his pointed straight out
of his grey bush. We were getting into it pretty good, and I told him to
come stand a little closer. I don't think he knew what I was up to. When
I leaned out and took his cock in my hand he was startled a bit, but he
relaxed when I got to stroking. But then I leaned out a little more and
started to lick his cock.
Now, when somebody is licking your cock -- I don't care if it's a man or a
woman -- you just relax and enjoy it. And that's what Arnie did. I was
holding that thin shaft with one hand, licking my tongue all over his
cockhead, and stroking my own dick with the other hand. Then I opened my
mouth and took the whole cockhead in. You've have thought he'd never
gotten a blow job in his whole life! He groaned so loud I wondered if the
wife could hear in the house. I rearranged myself so I could get both my
hands around the back of his thighs to hold him while I sucked that dick in
as far as I could.
It had been a long time. But the taste of cock, I guess, is something you
never forget. It's not just the warm flesh against your lips and tongue.
I read somewhere that there are pheromones released when a guy is ready for
sex, and maybe they can be tasted as well as smelled. I was sure smelling
sex, all right. My nose was right there in his pubes, and I was only
inches from his balls. He had big balls for a dick that size, and it had
been a kind of warm day, so there was that real heady scent you get from
piss and sweat and... well, sex. His cock was delicious. Sounds wierd to
say it, but it was. I loved it. It was like I'd rediscovered a gold mine
I'd almost forgotten about.
Well. Arnie was enjoying it, too. Wasn't long before I could tell he was
about to cum. Out there on his deck, I'd noticed he made a little mewling
sound right before he shot. He started that, and it began to get a little
louder, and then his cock stiffened like a rod. He shot so hard it hit the
back of my throat. There wasn't more than a couple of shots in him, but I
got it all, and it tasted as good as the rest of his cock.
I didn't notice he was shaking a little until I'd licked his cock clean. I
got a little worried then, and I got up and had him sit down. I had a
little refrigerator out there, so I got him some cold water. I sort of sat
on the big arm of that chair while he drank it, my hand on his shoulder.
He drank the whole bottle; then he lay his head back in the chair and said
he didn't know a blow job could be so good.
I sort of hesitated to have him suck me then; I didn't want the guy to have
a heart attack! But then, it would be me getting sucked, and I figured I
could take it. We waited a little bit, and then he said to step around in
front of him for my turn. He started licking my dick. He was tentative at
first. He told me later he hadn't sucked a cock since he was 13. But I
guess if you're willing to suck, you can't do a really bad job. And he
didn't. He finally took my cock into his mouth and sucked slowly; he only
gradually took more of me in, either because I was bigger or because he was
still not sure. I kept saying he was doing a great job and it felt so
good. I guess I started talking kind of dirty, too. And then I warned
him. I shot hard in his mouth, and I know he struggled to swallow it. But
he did.
The next time we were at his house. We got naked inside first and lay on
the bed with the patio doors open to the deck. I'm pretty hairy, and when
we held each other close he liked to run his hand over my chest and belly.
I showed him how to treat nipples by sucking on his. Our dicks were between
us as we rolled around, and it wasn't long before we were both getting
close. I suggested we stop for a while and cool down, so we got a couple
of beers and sat out on the deck, still naked. We sat down low in our
chairs when a couple of canoes came down the river. Then we laughed and
went back inside to the bed.
I'd never done 69 with a man before. He said it sounded good to him, so we
sucked like that for a while. I licked down over his balls, and he copied
my movements. I'd never even thought about sucking on a guy's ball before I
saw it done on the internet, but I slipped it into my mouth and sucked and
licked. He did the same. We just played around real slow for a while,
moaning quietly when we needed to. He raked his fingers through the hair
on my thigh and then my pubes. He moved his face side to side with his
nose buried in my pubes, and got back to licking my shaft.
His cock was thinner than mine, alright, but I enjoyed getting my lips
around the shaft as much as I could from the underside and then raking my
tongue up to his cockhead. The skin on his shaft was soft and supple, and
I pulled at it with my lips. I was surprised when I found myself kissing
it. But then, I figured, why not kiss something as sexy as a cock? He
gave me a lot of precum to wash around over his cockhead; his was sweeter
than mine.
Our groans got louder, and we both needed to cum pretty bad. He shot
first, filling my mouth more than I expected. I was still swallowing when
I felt my dick get hot and my cum poured out for him. We lay back on the
bed, both licking our lips and grinning like naughty schoolboys.
We went on like that -- my place and his place -- for several months. Then
he shocked me when he told me he was thinking about getting married again.
I hadn't even known he'd been seeing somebody. He told me about her and
said he wasn't real sure yet he wanted to get married. But I didn't try to
talk him out of it; it wasn't my place to do such a thing. I knew a lot of
older men who remarried when they were widowed. I even met her. He
invited me and Irene to go out to dinner with them; she was reluctant, but
we went.
Then, a couple of weeks later, he said he'd decided not to get married. We
only talked about it a little bit, but I got the idea -- without him coming
right out and saying so -- that they'd discussed sex, and she'd thought
they were a bit old for that. So we resumed our get-togethers. I wondered
if Irene might start wondering why I was going out to his place so much, or
why he was visiting ours so often, but she never said anything. At his
place we even looked at some of those websites I'd told him about. We saw
some where pussy was fucked, too, but we saw more cock than anything else.
We even saw men fucking other men. I guess he started loving cock as much
as I did. After all, that's what we had. No pussy, but two ready cocks.
And then I got a huge shock. Irene had a sudden heart attack and died on
the way to the hospital. Well, she'd been taking heart medicine for years,
and I know her doctor was worried about her weight. It was the most
unhappy day in my life, calling the kids. We had a nice funeral. Arnie
came, of course. And he visited at the house a couple of times, just to
talk. And talking helped. On one visit we sat on the couch, and he just
held me, not saying a word. After a couple of weeks, we started the
sucking again.
The kids were surprised when I told them I was going to sell the house.
They didn't have any special attachment to it; they hadn't grown up there,
since we'd bought it after I retired. I told them I didn't want the
bother. Told them I was going to move in with my friend Arnie. We could
share expenses and relax out in the country by the river. In another
couple of months the house sold; I got rid of a lot of the stuff we hadn't
gotten rid of when I retired, and I moved out to Arnie's.
His bedroom there was huge, and there was plenty of room. We got rid of
his double bed and got a king size. We both like to cook, as it turns out,
and neither one of us is so messy that there's a lot of cleaning to do. I
set my workshop up in the basement. I'm not sure what the kids made of all
of it. I didn't really care; it was my life.
We got one of those huge monitors for the computer and a large screen TV.
We watch lots of porn, mostly with cock. We still enjoy the deck and sex
out in the sun. Lately, we've been talking about what we've been watching
on the internet. Fucking. We'll probably do it one of these days. We
both use the little blue pill. Whether or not, though, I'm a thoroughly
happy man, and I think Arnie is, too. We sleep together, naked; we both
like to cuddle -- I'd really missed that. I guess it sounds wierd that two
old guys like to cuddle, but we do. And the sucking is as good as ever.
We've learned to do some new things from the internet and those movies.
Like shooting our cum on each other's cock. Or on each other's face. He
loves that.
And I'm pretty sure we'll get around to fucking one of these days. I sure
never dreamed when I was a kid that I'd start making love to another old
man! For guys in our seventies, we're pretty good in bed.
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